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- Chapter 100 Preserved eggs are better
Nangong Yan drove Lin Xiansong to the downstairs of his apartment.
Watching Nangong Yan's car drive away, Lin Xiansong felt a little disappointed for no reason. He patted his head and said to himself: "What's wrong with you? This is obviously something you should be happy about. Are you pretending to be that Liu Qiya?" Are you addicted?"
Do you still want to continue playing Liu Qiya? He asked himself in his mind, and the answer was naturally yes, but people's moods often do not match the absolutely yes answer. Maybe people are such weird existences that even they can't understand.
He went upstairs a little gloomily and came to the door of his suite. He stopped, sorted out his thoughts, rubbed his face with his hands to cheer up, and then took out the key and opened the door.
Well, what does this smell like? As soon as the door opened, a smell of burnt meat and some meat and vegetables hit my face.
Looking up, I saw Li Qingqiong, Hu Chenghu, and Zhou Mengjie sitting in the living room watching TV. What was playing on the TV was a program teaching people how to cook.
"What's this smell?" Lin Xiansong closed the door and asked with a frown.
"Xiansong, you're back." As soon as Li Qingqiong saw him, he stood up, walked quickly to his side, and looked at him very attentively. It felt like a cute puppy welcoming its owner back.
Lin Xiansong glanced past her smiling face. Surprisingly, Zhou Mengjie's face was not filled with joy and excitement because of the joy of seeing her idol. Although she smiled again, it gave people the feeling of forcing a smile. Hu Chenghu's face turned black with pain. , and looked at him with a rather fierce look.
What's going on here? When he first came in, he felt that the atmosphere was quite harmonious, but why was it disharmonious when he saw himself? Could it be that a few people were holding a criticism meeting against him just now?
"Xiansong, come on, try my craftsmanship." Li Qingqiong didn't have the reserve of a star and pulled him towards the dining room.
Li Qingqiong pressed Lin Xiansong to the dining table and quickly handed over a pair of bowls and chopsticks. This speed and efficiency made people wonder if she had ever worked as a waitress in a restaurant.
"Xiansong, eat quickly, eat quickly, there are so many good dishes." Li Qingqiong looked at Lin Xiansong expectantly and said.
Lin Xiansong raised his chopsticks and paused when he looked at the dozen or so dishes on the table.
There are indeed a lot of dishes, but they are all hard to start with. The common feature of these dishes is that they are a bit dark and a bit gray, and there is a slight burnt smell.
When Li Qingqiong saw that Lin Xiansong was looking at the dishes for a long time without taking off his chopsticks, he said sadly: "I specially cooked so many dishes today to wait for you to come back."
After saying that, Li Qingqiong twitched her nose, which was very pitiful. Anyone who saw it would probably not be able to bear to make her sad anymore.
Lin Xiansong held the chopsticks, but still didn't make a move. He was not a stone man, and of course he couldn't bear it. But the problem now was whether he would hurt her himself if he didn't make her sad.
"What is this dish?" Lin Xiansong asked, pointing to a plate of yellow and black silk noodles mixed with some lumpy black rice noodles.
"Scrambled eggs with chives." Li Qingqiong replied quickly.
Lin Xiansong quickly moved his eyes away from the appalling egg lumps and pointed at another plate of black and red pieces: "Where's this one?"
"Fried meat with carrots."
Lin Xiansong nodded, he was truly a radish.
"Qingqiong, I had dinner with friends tonight and drank too much. I feel tired of these dishes. Can you help me make a dish?" Lin Xiansong said, putting his hands under the table to press his stomach. The wine burps came out smoothly.
Li Qingqiong frowned and covered her nose with her small hands, "Why did you drink so much and smell so heavy?"
But just now she had to rely on coercion to let Hu Chenghu and Zhou Mengjie taste her masterpiece. Now someone took the initiative to order, which gave her a huge sense of accomplishment, so she faced Lin Xiansong with a smile on her face and said, "Tell me, Whatever you want me to cook, my cooking will definitely satisfy you."
"Qingqiong, thank you so much, can you help me with the cold preserved eggs? This is the best way to relieve a hangover."
Li Qingqiong looked at Lin Xiansong's rather proud smile and was very reluctant, but he was really smelling of alcohol and she couldn't do anything about it. She finally said: "I have to do such a simple dish myself."
After speaking, she puffed her lips and went to make cold preserved eggs for him.
Lin Xiansong thought to himself, the food you have now can only be eaten as a cold dish.
The cold preserved eggs only require thin slices, and they were quickly served by Li Qingqiong. Lin Xiansong added the soy sauce and vinegar himself, and praised her for her craftsmanship while eating this hangover-relieving dish.
"Xiansong, why do you just eat this dish? It would be a waste not to eat the delicious food on the table." Hu Chenghu walked to??Xiansong stood behind him, staring at the preserved eggs in his bowl, swallowing his saliva and said.
Today's dinner experience can be described as miserable for Hu Chenghu. When he received a call from Li Qingqiong in the afternoon and told him to cook more than a dozen special dishes, he immediately turned down several dinner invitations from the crew. Running back.
Who knew that the delicacies in his mind were these yellow and black things on the table. He originally wanted to skip eating them, but under Li Qingqiong's hard work, he could only carry forward the Shennong spirit and swallowed a lot with his eyes closed.
There were three people at dinner, two pretty girls, and he alone became the main force. Looking at the dishes on the table, he still had the urge to retching.
His only thought at the time was to let Lin Xiansong, the culprit who brought Li Qingqiong back, taste these delicacies that cockroaches wouldn't eat and mice wouldn't love.
Starting from the meal, he kept telling Li Qingqiong how her dishes were in line with Lin Xiansong's appetite, which greatly strengthened Li Qingqiong's determination to make Lin Xiansong finish the entire table.
But what about now? The food on the table was not touched with chopsticks, but the culprit was holding a bowl of preserved eggs and eating deliciously. How could this make him feel balanced?
"Cheng Hu, I've got a lot of alcohol in my stomach right now, and this preserved egg is the only one I can stomach. I'm afraid I'll vomit the rest if I touch it." Lin Xiansong could naturally see what Hu Chenghu was thinking.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I just learned a few more dishes while watching the show, and I will cook them for you tomorrow." Li Qingqiong's words seemed to be like spiritual stickers, causing Lin Xiansong and Hu Chenghu's expressions to change drastically.
"I've been very angry recently, so tomorrow doesn't have to be too complicated. Let's eat preserved eggs. Preserved eggs can relieve heat." Hu Chenghu said immediately.
Lin Xiansong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. "Preserved eggs can not only relieve hangover, but also clear away heat and treat the stomach. I drank so much wine today, I'm afraid my stomach is a little damaged."
Looking down at the black ash on the table, with the wisps of burnt embroidery in his nose, Lin Xiansong sighed: "Preserved eggs are better." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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